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Braising

From SAVEUR Issue #135

by Rick Moonen

There were seven of us kids growing up in my grandmother's house in New York City's Flushing, Queens, and my mother would get home from work every day and put "that pot" on the stove. We called it "that pot" because we took turns doing the dishes and no one wanted to get stuck having to wash it. Keep reading »

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